He told me I was his womanand his bitch and to accept it. He told me I would dowhat he said, when and how he said but he would neverhurt me. I was now...his woman.Three weeks later he told me we were going to Atlantafor the weekend. Saturday morning we went out tobreakfast then he told me we were going shopping andget me something appropriate to wear> We went to a LadyIzod store where he picked out a very short tennis typeskirt the one with the panties built in. Then we wentshopping he bought me. I did.My drive back was on a Sunday and I stopped at the store. It was a mad house! Brides-to-be everywhere. I walked through the busy aisles and looked at the thousands of dresses on the racks. The store was so busy with so many people that I must have been assumed to be a potential groom or brother of one of the brides, just wandering about. I lost my nerve to ask for a fitting and took a business card from the counter.From the safety of my own vehicle outside, I called the store and. ”Got a tongue stuck out at me. She bounced up to go look at something else.“How’s that working for you?” Tootie asked. “Step-daughter almost your age.”“Like we’re sisters or school friends. It really works out well. College ... We’re both...”“It’s just that it – well, it looks so strange ... Sorry,” Tootie said.“I know it looks strange. Nothing to be sorry about...”“Personal stuff.”“Stuff that’s out there for the world to see.” I smiled. “I know ... the age thing. Before I married ‘im, we’d. His fingers traced the outside of her nipples through the silky material of her dress, and they became erect. He pulled her dress up to reveal a toned tan stomach. His finger tips traveled up and down her torso until she arched her back in torment. He giggled because he knew it was torture for her. His mouth met hers as he drank her in once again… her kisses were intoxicating. He was growing larger and larger as her tongue ran along the inside of his mouth. Her fingers traced his neck and.